Long Distance Cuckolding - Part 19

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 I loved that Piper and Cal had fallen for each other during her stay in San Francisco. I loved that my cuckold fantasy had come to life in the most vivid manner imaginable. I loved hearing about the sex she'd had with him. I loved having sex with her after she'd been with him. I loved cleaning his cum out of her (a lot more than expected, in fact). I loved every element of it. I really did.

That's why I was more than happy for Piper to keep seeing Cal even after her time in San Francisco ended. She would still go back once or twice a month as part of her job and she would see Cal when she did. It was kind of the reverse of how things had been for the first four months of their relationship. I was now the one spending lots of time with her and Cal was the one that got to see her every once in a while.

I'm not sure why, but I wasn't fully prepared for what it would be like when Piper came home. When she was mine again.

You see, she wasn't mine again. She'd always been mine, of course, but now she was mine and Cal's. She was in love with both of us. We'd basically entered into a polyamorous relationship where Piper was splitting her time and attention between two men. It wasn't like before she'd left, when I was the sole focus of her romantic and sexual energy.

I'm not complaining, though. It's what I wanted. It's what I craved. I was a cuckold. Piper was a hotwife. She had a boyfriend. She thought of him constantly. She liked talking to him, and texting with him, and FaceTiming. She liked tending to his sexual needs as best as she could even while 3,000 miles away, just like she'd done for me while she was in San Francisco.

The first thing that caught me off guard was the volume of texting she did with Cal. We'd be out for breakfast or on a walk and her phone would ding. Before, Piper would have waited until after our meal or until we'd gotten home to check her texts. That’s not the case anymore. Now she always checks just in case it's Cal texting her.

I can tell when it's him by the smile on her face. The kind of smile someone flashes when they're in that early love phase and literally any kind of contact from the person they're in love with is enough to be utterly thrilling. That's how Piper would look almost every time Cal texted.

Sometimes she tells me what he's texted and sometimes she doesn't. I find it exciting that I don't get to know everything she and Cal text about, though I'll admit that it does inspire cuckold angst from time to time.

The same goes for when he calls. Sometimes she'll talk to him in front of me and sometimes she'll walk out of the room if she wants privacy. I've developed a habit of giving her a foot rub while she talks to him if she stays in the room. I don't really know why other than it feels good to rub her feet while she's talking to her boyfriend.

Every once in a while the talk turns naughty and Piper will have me go down on her while she and Cal have phone sex. That is significantly hotter than I imagined possible.

It's happened countless times in the month and a half she's been back and it's always fairly similar, though sometimes Piper ramps up the dirty talk and makes it a little more cuckold-flavored, by which I mean she tells her boyfriend that she misses how good he fucks her, how deeply he fills her pussy, how hard he makes her cum.

At first I thought she was doing that for me. She is, but she's doing it for Cal, too. Unsurprisingly, he likes the idea that his married girlfriend has better sex with him. Unsurprisingly, I like that idea too, though sometimes it does trigger a fair bit of angst to hear Piper talk like that. That angst disappears quickly, though, because those phone sex sessions almost always end with me having an orgasm, too.

Just a few nights ago Piper was on the phone with Cal. We were on the couch and she was texting with him. I was massaging her feet. Something was on the TV but I wasn't paying attention.

"He wants to talk," she said.

"Do you need privacy?"

Piper smiled and shook her head. Her phone rang. She smiled again, answered it, and said, "Hey, baby."

She was wearing a pair of shorts, which made it easy for me to run my hands up her legs. She likes having her inner thighs caressed. It almost always turns her on, as does the sound of Cal's voice.

"I miss you too," she said softly.

I can usually hear when Cal is talking (if I’m in the room), but I can never make out the words. I don't think I'd want to hear it, to be honest. I like only getting one side of the conversation. I like that there's a little mystery to it.

"What do I miss the most?" Piper asked as she smiled at me. "Well, I don't know if I could pick just one thing."

I ran my hands up her legs and let my fingers dance over her inner thighs, eliciting a soft moan.

"I miss the way you put your arm around me when we're walking down the street. I miss the way you kiss me when we're waiting at a crosswalk. I miss the way you run your hands down my back and give my ass a quick squeeze as we're kissing like that. I miss the way your cock gets hard for me, the way it presses into my stomach, making it perfectly clear that you'd fuck me right there on the street corner if we weren't surrounded by people."

I unbuttoned her shorts and Piper lifted her hips so I could pull them off. I ran my fingers over her cotton panties and felt a slight dampness.

"I miss the look on your face when I take you in my mouth for the first time," she continued. "I miss the way you moan when I suck and stroke you at the same time. I miss the way you roll your head towards the ceiling and arch your back when you're really close to cumming in my mouth."

Piper is fond of giving Cal blowjobs. Quite fond of it, I'd say. She's given me a few blowjobs since getting home but I know I don't receive them at anywhere near the volume that Cal did when she was in San Francisco. I'm not sure why this is the case - perhaps it's just because it's a new relationship - but I find it endlessly arousing. Truly, all I have to do is think about the fact that Cal gets way more blowjobs than I do and I get turned on.

"Do you miss my blowjobs, Cal?" she asked.

Piper was looking right at me as she asked it.

"Do you miss the way I make you feel good with my mouth? Do you miss the way I suck your cock? The way I swallow your cum?"

I was hard as a rock.

Piper then smiled and I imagined Cal had said something quite complimentary. Either that or he was full on masturbating and Piper was delighted in her ability to turn her boyfriend on from 3,000 miles away.

I pulled her panties off and rubbed her pussy as she moaned. I slipped two fingers inside her, got them nice and wet with her juices, and then gently rubbed her clit while softly kissing her inner thighs.

"Do you wish I was there right now, baby?" She paused to listen. "Yeah? You wish I was there right now? Wearing pretty lingerie for you. Doing a little dance for you. Sitting in your lap and grinding on your cock while you play with my tits. Kissing you as I feel your dick get hard for me. Your tongue in my mouth as I get wet thinking about getting on my knees and sucking your beautiful cock?"

My dick was beyond hard. Painfully throbbing, in fact. But how could it have been anything other than painful.

"I wish I was there, baby," she said after pausing for a few seconds. "I wish I was there and dressed in my sexiest lingerie. I wish I was there and kissing you right now. Kissing you as I stroke your cock. Kissing you as I get you so fucking hard for me. Kissing you right before I tell you how desperate I am to suck your cock, to make you feel good, to make you cum in my hungry little mouth."

The thing that made it so arousing was that I believed every word of it. Piper really did like giving Cal head. She liked putting on lingerie for him. She liked arousing him. She liked making him cum in her mouth. Hell, she even liked swallowing his cum.

"Picture me on my knees, baby," she said softly. "Picture me on my knees between your legs. Picture me kissing and licking your cock."

That's when Piper grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers to her lips. I crawled forward to accommodate her desire and watched in awe as she kissed and licked my two fingers like they were a cock.

"Mmm, you're so hard for me, baby," she said. "Your cock is so fucking hard for me. I want you in my mouth, baby. I want to suck your beautiful cock. I want to suck your cock and make you cum. I want to make you cum so fucking hard."

She took my fingers in her mouth. She closed her eyes. She gave a blowjob, of sorts, and she made it noisy. She was doing that for Cal's benefit, obviously, but it was massively arousing for me, too. I watched. I listened. I felt the pleasure of her mouth on my fingers - it was no blowjob, of course, but it was really fucking hot - and I stroked my dick a little through my shorts.

"Cal, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said with genuine-sounding desperation. "Please, baby, cum for me. Cum in my mouth. Cum in my mouth so I can swallow your load."

She took my fingers in her mouth again. I heard Cal moaning. It was loud. It seemed to delight Piper, too, as she sucked my fingers noisily. Then Cal was grunting and groaning. He was cumming. My wife had given her boyfriend an orgasm while sucking on my fingers like they were his cock.

Piper smiled at me, wiped my fingers on her shirt, and blew me a kiss as I sat back and rubbed her clit once more. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and I felt such delight that I was the one with her at that moment, that Cal was all the way on the other side of the country and didn't get to slide his fingers into her.

"I really enjoyed making you cum," she said softly. "And I can't wait to see you again."

There seemed to be a surge of arousal as she mentioned seeing him again, a notion that turned me on. I love that Piper gets excited to see Cal. I love that she still gets to see him with some frequency, too, because she definitely enjoys her time with him and I get to indulge in all that cuckold pleasure when she's with him.

"I love you, baby. I'll talk to your tomorrow." Piper hung up, put her phone down, and said, "Fuck me, Joel."

We both got naked - I nearly fell off the couch while doing so - and then Piper took me inside her in missionary. She kissed me deeply as I fucked her with wild abandon. Her legs were wrapped around me and as her tongue entered my mouth I couldn't help but imagine it having been coated with Cal's cum as if she really had just given him a blowjob.

"That was so fucking hot to listen to," I said.

"Yeah? You like it when I talk dirty to my boyfriend?"

"I fucking love it. Just like I love that you're really into giving him blowjobs."

She grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard.

"And I love...I love that you give him more blowjobs than you give me. I...fuck...I love that you really seem to enjoy sucking his cock."

I fucked her harder and Piper moaned. She was turned on and I could tell she was going to cum as long as I lasted long enough.

"I do love sucking his cock," she said. "It really does turn me on. It always has. He has a really nice cock, but to be honest, I think I just get really turned on at the idea of being a good girlfriend for him, of being so good that he wouldn't give a second thought to another woman, and that if he did the only thing he would think is that there's no way she could make him feel as good as I do."

Piper was a good girlfriend for Cal. A really good girlfriend. Just like he was a good boyfriend. It was her efforts that turned me on, though. I just loved that she was eager to make sure he was into her, that he wouldn't cheat on her, that he wouldn't even dream of it because she made him feel so fucking good that it would be insane to turn to someone else for his pleasure.

"Good girlfriends give blowjobs," she said in a soft, erotic tone. "They swallow, too."

She was saying that for my benefit. She knew it turned me on to hear about how much she liked being a good girlfriend for Cal. She knew it really turned me on to hear about the things she did for him that she didn't really do for me, like lots of blowjobs.

"Luckily, I like sucking Cal's cock and swallowing his cum. I like the way his dick feels when it expands in my mouth right before he's about to explode. I like how he moans while I'm taking his load. I like how happy he looks, how utterly enthralled he is that I'm so eager to take his load and swallow it like a good girlfriend."

I was moments away from cumming.

"Though I think I'd also like sharing it with you," she said while grabbing my ass hard. "Do you think you'd enjoy that? Kissing me after Cal had cum in my mouth? Sharing his cum? It would kind of be like how you cleaned his cum from my pussy, and I think we both know you enjoyed that."

I nodded and fucked her harder. "Yes, I'd like that. I would."

"Me too," Piper said with a smile. "In fact, I think I'd love that. I think we're going to have to do that when Cal comes to visit in two weeks. I think we're going to share a deep, slow kiss after he cums in my mouth, Joel. Fuck...that's so fucking hot."

She kissed me and I closed my eyes and imagined it. I imagined her mouth being full of her boyfriend's cum. I imagined Piper gleefully sharing that cum with me, luring me deeper into my cuckold fantasy. I pictured Cal watching us as we shared his cum. I felt a touch of the gentle humiliation I would have experienced doing that in person. I'll be honest, it was a turn on, just like when I'd cleaned his cum out of her pussy while he'd watched.

"Cum inside me," Piper implored.

She came a few seconds later. I came inside her as she desired. I had a fantastic orgasm. Fucking fantastic.

We kissed and caressed each other as I stayed inside her. Her legs remained wrapped tightly around my body as her hands moved over my bare flesh. It felt deeply intimate even though another man had been involved - albeit from afar - in the sex we'd just had.

"I'd really like to do that. The...the kissing thing." I tended to reinforce my desires if I’d expressed them in the heat of pleasure, as men often change their minds about such things when they cum.

Piper caressed my face and smiled. "Me too. I think Cal will really enjoy it too. He gets really turned on at the idea of you swallowing his cum."

My cock stirred inside her. I didn't pop an erection or anything, but there was a twinge of desire, mostly because while I knew that Cal had enjoyed watching me clean his creampie, Piper hadn't mentioned it since she'd left San Francisco.

"Really?"

She nodded and kissed my neck. "He likes when I bring it up when we're having phone sex or masturbating together on FaceTime. I brought it up once when I was back there last time, too. He came really hard the moment I mentioned it. I don't bring it up all the time - I think he likes it because it makes him feel kind of superior to you - because I don't want him thinking that I think less of you because you like eating his cum. But it's fun to be able to turn him in so much and with such ease."

It makes perfect sense that Cal would be turned on by that sort of thing. He's knowingly dating a married woman, after all, so he must find some pleasure in the fact that Piper has a husband who's into being cuckolded.

I'll admit that it turns me on a little bit that he likes feeling superior to me. I don't think he is. Not in a general sense. We're pretty similar, in fact, but it's hard to argue with the idea of him feeling superior when I gleefully lick his cum out of my wife's pussy. I mean, right? It only makes me want to clean her pussy - or share a cum kiss - even more, maybe to the point of it being a little self-destructive. I still want it, though, and I will likely still indulge in it when Cal comes to visit and we all rent a house on the coast. I mean, how could I not? It's such a fucking turn on that I imagine I'll be completely unable to resist.

I'll write again after our little weekend getaway. Talk to you then.